Friday, February 27, 2015

eating pizza at Blondie's was a big reason to walk down telegraph. They sold (maybe still do) a lot of slices. Good pizza.

So, beyond that Telegraph: it had some good coffee shops, populated by students much like myself. (I didn't start drinking coffee until age 25, but that's another story.) So, yeah, great bookstore, Cody's books, sold new books, and then the next door shop, Moe's, had five floors of books. Then there were Shakespeare's, one other cool one, then Shambhala books. Not that that means much. Then there was your classic head shop, AnnaPurna. Couple record stores, ....lots of food. Yeah, sounds pretty good. Well, it was easy living because I lived in a dorm and just had to go to class and try to learn stuff, much of which was interesting. I got my grade ten.
The other thing about Berkeley and Oakland is that, when I was there most, 89-91, walking up Telegraph from Oakland...or is it Shattuck?...was quite a walk, and you'd just be walking gradually uphill .....
nice walk. the air's worse and the sun is brighter, so it is a trade off. between Oregon, I mean.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

BEGINNING my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motionThe least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,The first step I saw awed me and pleas'd me so much,I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther,

Friday, February 13, 2015

My life is not this steeply sloping hour,
in which you see me hurrying.
Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree;
I am only one of my many voices,
and at that, the one that will be still the soonest.

I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because Death's note wants to climb over,
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful.